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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

So, our cutie learned to crawl two weeks ago, and this is his parents' measured response:

Yes, we have fenced in the entire living room.

It's rather hilarious, and makes me think of those historic Presidential houses, like, say FDR's childhood home in upstate New York. All the furniture is set up the way it was when the President lived there, but the room is fenced off so you can't actually go in. You can only view the glasses on the side table or the rattle on the floor from a distance. We're just preparing our cutie now for his future life as a VIP.

(Of course, those historic homes are never in ordinary suburban settings like ours, but I'm sure that's just a zoning issue we could easily take care of, once our cutie is actually the Leader of the Free World. Assuming, of course, that there is still a free world or that it has an American leader in 2062.)

I realize as a babyproofing solution, this will work only until our cutie figures out how to climb onto the couch, but I figure we've got a few weeks before that happens.